"He is characterized by devouring other people's life sources, has a relatively short lifespan, is afraid of death, and is extremely unstable in will. There are many strange things about him..." Zhe Qiuhong said: "We will put all these negative labels on him for the time being."
"Let me explain here again that we cannot simply think that Alphonse's condition is caused by Yancheng. He himself is the decisive factor. It's just that these things will definitely have an impact on you in the future."
"In the end, no matter how many problems there are, we cannot deny its power."
"So, how to choose... I can't help you, it's up to you to decide." Zhe Qiuhong looked at He Tangtang and said, completely acting like a doctor.
"Oh." He Tangtang responded, silent.
He has never been a person who is afraid of death. For the time being, he cannot imagine himself being afraid of death and gloomy. "But if that day comes, will I also 'eat people' because of my fear of death?" "
After all, just thinking about it, I feel that it is really easy and convenient to become stronger by swallowing other people's life energy.
"In this case, the green seeds must be delicious, and the shirts are also good... Plague chicken? Let's use it as a snack! One bite is sweet and the other is bland..."
"Go! Go! Go!"
Obviously he was just thinking about it for fun at first, but as he thought about it, He Tangtang was frightened by himself and asked anxiously:
"So if I don't want it, is there a way to get rid of it? Other than killing myself."
"No, except for killing yourself, at least for the time being, there is no other way." Zhe Qiuhong shook his head resolutely.
He Tangtang was stunned for a moment.
After thinking for a while, he turned around and looked at the other people in the account one by one. "If one day, I really change like that... can you guys kill me early?"
"I will definitely be exposed. I am not a cautious person."
He Tangtang's eyes turned red as he spoke.
Wen Jifei, Xi Mei, and Wu Shi were all affected by his emotions and felt at a loss for a moment.
"Ahem! Actually, it doesn't have to be like this..." Zhe Qiuhong looked at the goosebumps on his arms and said with disdain, "You're not even at the top level yet. It seems that you can't get over it without external help for the time being."
He Tangtang: "..."
"And that Yan Xu's will is very weak now. So I guess that as long as you don't break through to the top level, it shouldn't have any impact."
"That's good, he can't break through." Wen Jifei said.
He Tangtang: "..." According to this, I will always be the second best? I want to be awesome!
"Actually, it's good to be like this for the time being. It just so happens that you need time to think and adapt, Tangtang." Zhe Qiuhong said, closing the book in his hand.
"Yeah." He Tangtang stood up numbly and turned to look at the people in the tent.
"How fun are you?! I'm telling you, being second best is only temporary. It's temporary. You'd better respect me from now on, you know? Be careful of my revenge in the future."
"I know." Several people responded in unison.
Then Sister Xi came forward, picked him up, looked at him, swung it like a pendulum a few times... Phew, threw him out of the military tent: "Go ahead and bake sweet potatoes for Sister Cai Xin, do you understand?"
Amid laughter, Zhe Qiuhong stood up.
He gestured to the thick booklet in his hand and said:
"Here are all my thoughts and records about Yanxu in the past two years. In the current situation, I guess that between Ne, you, including the dead Alphonse and other parties, Weilan's understanding of Yanxu is actually different. You know, but it is the one that lags behind the most... So, do you want to give this booklet to Qi Lan, for example, the legion commander?"
The book was held out in the air.
No one picked up.
Considering this matter from the perspective of human resistance, the booklet should indeed be handed over to Wei Lan, but... Qingzi was known to be called Yanxian at the top of Xilang Peak. Shake and Shake knew about it, but did the others know?
If you know it, Qingzi is clearly the first Yanxu of Qinglan.
Wen Jifei thought for a moment and said, "It's better to wait until Qingzi recovers before asking him about this."
…………
"Eat, eat?" The young prince's hand holding the knife shook.
"Yeah." Han Qingyu said, wrapped like a mummy on the bed.
How to eat this thing, stew it into soup or grind it into powder? !
The young prince Zhu Jiaming was determined not to speak there, but in fact, he had already had a hunch in his heart that something must have happened to Han Qingyu's bones.
Now, the last glimmer of hope was finally shattered, and the young prince's eyes became ferocious, "In this case, I'm sorry, Qingzi... now I can only kill you."
"Why?"
"Because you ate my bones! Our family, my grandfather, my father, and I, we live just to find those dragon bones. I am a descendant of the Ming Dynasty..."
"No, Tangtang, Tangtang is just like me, a country bumpkin."
"I told you!" the young prince roared angrily at the top of his lungs. He passed the sword forward and cut through the gauze wrapped around Han Qingyu's neck.
The hissing sound made both of them freeze for a moment.
"Do you really want to kill me?" Han Qingyu asked.
"Yeah." Zhu Jiaming looked down at the knife in his hand and said, "This is the only chance."
"But even if you kill him, the bones won't come back."
"Wrong! As long as I kill you and eat you, everything the bone gives you will belong to me. The Zhu family is the real owner of the dragon bone. We have methods that you don't know."
In the dimly lit military tent, facing each other, Zhu Jiaming held a knife in his hand and pressed it against Han Qingyu's throat.
There are soldiers patrolling outside. The reason why the young prince was able to come in when Han Qingyu was seriously injured is because during the days when Xixi Fengli was in charge, he was always considered to be a member of the top team and the person most trusted by Han Qingyu. one.
"I'm sorry, Qingzi. It's actually been good to stay with you for the past three years, but I have my mission. Don't blame me if I kill you today. You won't blame me if I'm killed by Manji and Shi'er someday in the future. I’ll blame them.”
There was a flash of guilt and intolerance in the young prince's eyes, and then gradually changed and became firmer.
"I understand." Han Qingyu thought for a moment and said, "But is it okay if you really eat me?"
"……Um."
"It's so magical, is it true?"
"..." Zhu Jiaming's eyes gradually weakened, weakened, and finally turned red suddenly, and said sadly: "It's fake, I just imagined it."
Han Qingyu laughed.
"Hey, what is this?" The sword in his hand was weakly put away. The young prince sat down on the ground beside the bed, looked at the roof of the tent and said:
"Do you know? Han Qingchong. That one seems to be really a dragon bone. There was an old painting in our house. The complete skeleton in the painting really looks like a dragon."
"Our family used to keep the dragon bones, starting from the Ming Dynasty, generation after generation... Later, the Ming Dynasty died, and almost all my family members died. The dragon bones were scattered, and the remaining people started looking for the dragon bones. "
"It's been like this ever since I became a child, just to find the dragon bones alive. Over the next 20 or 30 years, the number of people left in the family continued to decrease. I had no home. I walked around, double-dealing, treating people like dogs. I have been a slave to all eight surnames, just to get the dragon bones back..."
"Now you suddenly tell me that this matter is over and your bones have been eaten. What should I do in the future?"
His frustration was real, Han Qingyu could feel it.
"It seems like there's nothing we can do about it, right?" he said.
Zhu Jiaming nodded, "Yeah, but can you not say it as if you feel the same way? This is obviously your fault."
"Okay, now that this is the case, can't you continue to work with us and try to survive in this world?" Han Qingyu asked.
The young prince suddenly turned to look at him, his eyes thinking and hesitating, "I...actually, in the past two years, I have been wanting to ask you a question."
"What? You ask."
Seemingly embarrassed, Zhu Jiaming hesitated for a moment, "Have you really regarded me as a friend in the past three years? I mean, not to say that I am like you and the plague chicken, at least not too different."
"Of course, it's already happened a long time ago." Han Qingyu said.
"...Shameless people, cheating and kidnapping, just talking." The young prince turned to look at him fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Unless I can spend my pocket money as I please from now on."
